Sow

life is messy

all the emotion, all the tripe

the crap, and the guilt

one man's story 

is another man's lie

yet we keep going

plodding along, 

like good little

sheep

paying for sex, and love

no, you are - admit it

we've been trained from

the 

beginning

to know our worth, and 

exploit... all of it.

(come on, little girls? We're

taught young just the way to move)

Until we don't anymore

or I don't anymore

hopefully dragging one

or three down with me

i'd rather bathe in the

 mud 

of your lies

than become that thing I despise.

Reviews

[Chris]

too few get what they sow...

the reference to 'tripe" was too cute.

So you practiced your "looks" in front of the mirror til you got them right? Lies are not always mud, and baths are as you take them - quite lonely sometimes, even when shared.

[SpitfireGrrrl]

True enough! And yeah, I think girls to women are all taught to practice to a degree ;) Thanks!

[Chris]

was a thought-full poem

[SpitfireGrrrl]

:)

[Holly Mason]

this is heavy piece looks simple at first you go girl!!
thank you for sharing

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Thank you!

[Distant horizons]

Everyone pays for it, just not in the oldest sense. Theres always a price.

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Very true!

[Distant horizons]

:-)

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~ oh... this is killer verse... an anthem that i would love to stand in the city square and sing... i should tell you something... the man i love tried his very best to turn me into someone i despise... just so he could despise me... and the stupid cuckoo failed... so "mud" is definitely better than muck... :)

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Yes it is! I'd rather be my own sow - than someone else's scapegrace ;)

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~ haha... well said... :)